Shell game

The savor of a morning’s dream,
exhaled in a muscled yawn.
And the thing resurfaces,
still unresolved.
And I am back to juggling, left-handed,
with only one guess
at a shell game’s prize.
“Can’t sleep now!”, the Chairman says.
“Find this rock tonight. We’ll decide
who stays”.

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